Sunday, February 7, 2010

As long as I create...I am!






































I love art, I love everything about it and the feeling you get when the masterpiece is complete. It often feels like it is easier to cut and paste little cut outs from magazines than putting the puzzles of your life in the correct way.


The thing about art is there is no right or wrong, instead it is the inspiration that you get, the feeling of creating something which describes You.

A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament. Oscar Wilde








Friday, February 5, 2010

Loneliness exposed

There are moments in everyone’s life when they start thinking about their present, wondering about their future and whether the past events, situations and mistakes would mark the road to the future. And there comes a moment that, although you want to believe and you desperately want to be positive and optimistic, there are days that you just wonder….am I really alone? Is the human being really created to deal with everything by himself? And when you ask yourself a question, a simple one…how can I possibly be alone when I am surrounded by so many people? Then you start asking yourself, is it me or is it just the human mind? Or perhaps it is just a simple reality that is right in front of us and we for some reason do not see or want to see. But then comes another thought…love does exist in peoples’ lives and the best place to see it is at the airport. You see people coming, going, crying , lighting up with happiness the moment their loved ones come out of the sliding doors. I have always found airports a great place to feel this love, to observe, to discover. It is a place that combines so much energy, movement and excitement. And then you ask yourself, will people ever stop hoping and searching and above all believing in Love? No matter how much we deny it, even the strongest people and the harshest men, are all still weak at heart. Everyone has their secret weak spot, and there is always that someone who has taken away your belief, one way or another we have all been victims of love.
“To disbelieve is easy; to scoff is simple; to have faith is harder.” Louis L’Amour